>U: L/PE
>U: BN
TS: May 30th, 2170, 8:28:47
Giving in, mon sembable? Regrettable— where’s that fighting spirit that earned you your Holy Book? I have no interest in listening to the people who had me committed like some sort of madman. I’ll bide my time here, uphold whatever pretense I need to to appear to be “recovering,” and then get out as soon as humanly possible.
Kitt’s just trying to do her job? Slavers just try to do their job. Occupation isn’t an excuse.
Don’t give up yet, hypocrite lecteur.
>U: /EN
> U: L /PE
>U: BN
TS: May 25th, 2170, 00:20:18
No answer today on your holy book, you were not allowed to eat in the cafeteria, and— well, she, at least, never gave an answer to your request to keep your drawing supplies, so technically they did not deceive you there. Watch what others say, mon semblable, or don’t say for that matter. (You’ll have to thank Kitt for adding that transcript to your journal. Saves me the trouble of having to find it through another means.)
Really, is it deceit if you lie to avoid having something forced upon you beyond your will? I’m sure your god will understand. Don’t waste your time feeling guilty.
She certainly does not feel guilty about what she does to you.
>U: /EN
> U: L /PE
>U: BN
TS: May 23rd, 2170, 02:08:12
Arcturus Stream / Arcturus / Arcturus Station
Ira furor brevis est, and you assume I wanted to stop myself from hitting that senator. Though this be madness, there is method in’t— if I can hide behind said insanity to accomplish something inexcusable sane, then I will do so. It’s no fun being mad if you can’t abuse it.
But try me, hypocrite lecteur. I haven’t shut you out yet… although it seems your doctor may yet do so for me.
Vale, mon semblable.
>U: /EN
> U: L /PE
>U: BN
TS: May 23rd, 2170, 01:38:12
Arcturus Stream / Arcturus / Arcturus Station
Mad? Me? Tu quoque— Yet I don’t doubt it. I am, as you just said, reveling in it, after all.
Hallucinating, are we? I haven’t spoken a word to you. I wouldn’t know you even exist except for my journal showing me your entries. So you can add another symptom to talk to your doctor about in the morning. Perhaps you shouldn’t be taken off that medication of yours. Would hate to have an episode, I hear they can be pretty violent.
I have no interest in cooperating with your delusions. Say something worth listening to and maybe I’ll pay attention— None of this mad babble of yours, either.
>U: /EN
> U: L /PE
>U: BN
TS: May 23rd, 2170, 01:15:39
Arcturus Stream / Arcturus / Arcturus Station
You’re in a nuthouse.
Memories can be fake.
Those are what we call “delusions.”
>U: /EN
> U: L /PE
>U: BN
TS: May 22nd, 2170, 21:59:36
Arcturus Stream / Arcturus / Arcturus Station
You are absolutely unbelievable.
Just so adorable. Really cute. You think this is funny? So you can somehow see my entries and you think it’s a capital endeavor to write your own. I’m not impressed. This network is so full of holes, I can’t be expected to hide these entries from everyone with the technological savvy above your average idiot in office. Even locked, I know you’ll find this. I can certainly find yours.
Look, stop it, whoever you are. I don’t know if you’re just some delusional nutcase or a class-A asshole or even both, but I’m really in no mood to entertain you. You weren’t there, you don’t know my Cai, and everyone knows the Batarians resort to drugging their slaves, so that little detail really is impressing no one.
I don’t know why your entries keep appearing in my journal, but I’ll figure it out once the drugs stop making everything unbelievably difficult. Until then, this is your only warning.
Knock it off.
>U: /EN
